“Uncle Fabian, why aren’t you going in? My father is resting inside.” Anastasia made an inward pointing motion and stated blandly.
The half-smile on her face made Fabian feel that she was up to something.
‘I’m already here. If I back off now, not only could I not resolve my doubts, but I’d also look like a complete coward.’ He gave her a deep look, gritted his teeth, and quickly stepped in.
As he went in, he chuckled and said, “Ron, I heard you’re sick, so I’ve come to check on... you…”
Even before he could finish saying “you,” Anastasia entered and shut the door with a bang.
Fabian was somewhat shocked. “Ron?”
‘Cameron is lying on the bed, but… he doesn’t seem to be just sick. Why isn’t he moving at all?’
“Ron?” He called out again, but Cameron showed no sign of response and did not even open his eyes.
His eyes shifted to Anastasia, and he was struck by a sense of strangeness at the sight of her closing the door and blocking the exit.
“Tasia, your father…”
“I told you he was sick, but you didn’t believe me. Well, you see it now. I wasn’t lying, was I?” Anastasia was calm.
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